ME

An albatross searching for penance,
A transcendental philosopher searching for philosophy,
A seeker waiting to be found,
An artist waiting for fifteen minutes of fame,
A human searching for humanity,
A writer searching for words,
A loner searching for a party,
An oxymoron searching for fellow morons,
A nihilist searching for meaning,
An addict searching for abstinence,
A procrastinator waiting for time,
A dreamer searching for reality,
Did I say a writer searching for Words?

A writer’s state of mind

I’ve got all the woods in me you motherfucker, Hollywood, Bollywood. Fuck it I even live in the WOODS!

What will happen when the bullet shoves through my prefrontal cortex. Pull the trigger { voice of the inside voice}. But if i die who will write it?

Existentialism or nihilism? Camus or Nietzsche? Forget this shit, I am going to write about a boy and a girl dancing around trees to birds chirping!

Hey fuckers I am not dead yet. can’t you see my pen move?

Wipe that smile off your face, you smug bitch. You were going to kill me in your book so I killed you in real. How is that for poetic justice?

Its true you see a book flash you by before you die.

The writer has gone out for an imaginary fuck. Please be kind enough not to intellectually masturbate on the outline.